Arizona raises herself up, leaning on her elbows on the railing, and looks up at the signal now lighting the night sky above the city. “I guess that’s it,” she murmurs quietly.

Several of the cats on the rooftop cease their bathing and look at her curiously. Some meow, adding voice to their unspoken questions. Their mistress stretches, naked and leisurely. Ari can practically hear her purring as she asks, one eyebrow raised, “What’s it?”

“The Bat’s out,” she explains just as quietly. “He’s been called.”

Selina rolls her shoulders in an elegant shrug. “So? What does he have to do with us?”

Arizona stares, her mouth agape. Selina smiles at her. “Arizona, darrrrling, I’m right where I want to be.” She reaches a hand up to her. “Now come back to me, kitten.”

Arizona quickly obeys and doesn’t dare ask another question for the rest of their night together. After all, Selina may want to be with her tonight, but she’s wanted to be with Selina every night since they first met. She’ll never leave her side again unless the Catwoman forces her away, and if she does, she’ll just have to wait until she’s ready to play again.